Fuschia Christmas Trees and Dead Nazis
Christmas is only a few short days away, and so I thought it might be time to decorate the tree (I know, I’m a little behind). I had bought a small, sparkly, fuchsia tree in an attempt to embrace the opportunity to have a totally girly Christmas with the husband gone until spring. So I decided to do Christmas decorating in the only sensible way one could possibly do such things, on their last adult Christmas without children. I put on my new DVD of Inglourious Basterds and set to work.
Now, I know what you’re thinking, Lt. Aldo Raine isn’t the most jolly of characters–but Christmas is about joy, right? Well what is more joyful than kicking Nazi ass? Honestly? You can be the biggest pacificist in the world, and watching good looking guys decimate Nazis will bring a smile to your face. And it brought joy into my home, too. I got all the sparkling silver ornaments on the teeny pink tree (with limited cat interference) and had enough Christmas spirit left over to break into the awesome homemade peppermint brownies a friend gave me, and think about some hot chocolate, while watching WWII end the way it should have.
So, all that’s left is to take my eight months pregnant butt to the grocery store and get supplies for Christmas dinner, and keep the house together until my parents get here.
P.S. Thank you, spell check, for pointing out that both “Inglourious” and “Basterds” is spelled incorrectly!
